Author's Note: Firstly, I do not own any of the characters within this story.

Secondly: I got the idea for writingthis story a last night, but I am unsure if I should continue. I would appreciate reviews and to hear your thoughts.


5 November 2020

Last night was glorious. The 1812 Overture and fireworks in the Old Bailey went exactly as planned, and imagining the effort the government must be going through to explain the explosion is quite entertaining! It will hopefully keep them busy enough for them to forget to arrest people for a few days. However, there was one unexpected event. As I was traveling to the Old Bailey, I heard the screams of a young girl about to be raped by Fingermen. I could not ignore her cries. Not only did I want to save her, but the predicament also gave me the opportunity to dispose of some of Norsefire's henchmen.

The girl's name was Evey, and she was quite beautiful. She asked if I was crazy; I didn't tell her she was incorrect. I then introduced myself and invited her to watch the explosion of the Old Bailey with me. Not in those words, of course. I asked her to come see a concert I was performing in. It took some convincing, but she agreed to come with me. I took her up to the roof a building next to the Old Bailey and waited with her, my baton in my hand, anxious for the show to begin.

I was overjoyed, laughing, and rather glad to have someone else to savor the moment with. I wish that she had enjoyed the event as much as I. We stood there in silence for a few minutes after the fireworks died out. Evey seemed disturbed; finding the right words to say to her was a bit difficult. I offered to walk to her home, and she hastily accepted and started walking toward the stairs leading to the ground floor.

We didn't talk, merely walked in silence, which was just as enjoyable as conversation. It had been a long time since I had walked with anyone, and I found myself having to slow my steps in order to allow her to keep up with me. When we reached her apartment building, she stopped before the entrance and turned to me to thank me for seeing her home safely. I merely bowed and started on my way home.

I do not believe in coincidences. I wonder if I shall see E.V. again.


6 November 2020

My take over of the BTN did not go quite as smoothly as planned. I did reach the control room without any unforeseen problems, and it didn't take much persuasion for my recorded speech to be played on the emergency channel. (I can only hope that it touches people, wakes them up, reminds them of the way things use to be, and how they got to where they are now.)

But, the police were all ready at the BTN looking for Evey. I was caught in the hallway by a detective as I was about to make my get away. He posed no threat; I could have easily taken him out. Evey, thought, much to my surprise, came out of a nearby room, tapped the detective on the shoulder, and maced him. The butt of his gun met her skull and knocked her unconscious and in turn, I took the man out. As I looked at Evey laying there on the floor, I began to fear that I may have caused a blemish on her record. At the time of the destruction of the Old Bailey, I hadn't thought about the cameras that would see us walking together. Now it seems the police are after her as vehemently as they are after me.

I couldn't just leave her there on the floor at the mercy of the police. I'm sure that Creedy will torture her and kill her if she is caught. I picked her up and carried her to my home, and she is still asleep in the book room that is now a spare bedroom. I haven't quite decided what to tell her or what to do. I know she will be arrested if she goes home, and I cannot let that happen.